neither Black Flame nor we had imagined; like Veil, he knew more than a little about focusing strength. In the second or two before they died, the men who had carried Carlo from the library must have been quite surprised when the chair they were holding abruptly disintegrated, and powerful hands gripped their throats.
The man who had been my chauffeur obviously knew a few other tricks as well. The features were still those of the man who had introduced himself to me as Carlo, but the bad leg was now straight, as was the spine. I stopped, grabbed Veil's arm just as he was about to leap at the man-a move I suspected might not be such a great idea, even for Veil. Suddenly, I knew who this man really was, even before he turned slightly to reveal the large mark, a combination of scar tissue and black tattoo ink, that ran up the left side of his back.
'John Sinclair, I presume,' I said to the still figure.
'I want to thank you for what you did back there in the library, Mongo,' the man replied in a deep, resonant voice that might have been Carlo's, except that it had lost all trace of any Italian accent. 'You too, Kendry. Things were getting a bit out of hand.'
'Chant!' Jan shouted with joy when she heard the man's voice, and rushed past Veil and me into his outstretched arms. 'Oh, Chant!'
The man and woman held each other tightly, swaying back and forth slightly. They kissed, and then Sinclair gently pushed her away and turned to the rest of us. 'We'll talk later. There's no time now. I just wanted to make sure you were all safe. Jan will lead you through the labyrinth to a safe place, and I'll join you there when I'm finished with the rest of that overgrown delinquent's men. I have to move quickly now, before it gets light.'
Judging from his tone of voice and casual manner, he might have been talking about going to the corner grocery store for a quart of milk.
'I'm sorry, Sinclair,' Insolers said in a low voice. 'I came to help, but I … I didn't mean for things to happen the way they did. It's my fault those men found your home.'
'Don't worry about it, Insolers,' John Sinclair replied easily. 'I'd have chosen a different battleground, but this was inevitable. They've been getting closer every year. It's why I chose to make my stand now, to try to draw them to Switzerland. It will work out. They're spread all over the castle and the grounds hunting for me.' He paused, then added in a tone that chilled me, 'I won't be long.'
I stepped closer to Sinclair, looked up at him, said, 'I want to go with you. I owe them too.'
He shook his head. 'Thank you, but no. It's better that I work alone.'
'I assume you killed the two who carried you out, but you don't know how many are left.'
'Eleven, not counting the pain-in-the-ass kid you put down. It's almost a tenth of their entire membership.'
'Let me come with you.'
'This isn't your kind of play, Mongo. They will never give up, and so they must be killed, one by one. There can be no hesitation. I think it's safe to say you've never killed a man in cold blood, but that is precisely what is required now. There is no middle way.'
'Your blood may be cold right now, Sinclair, but mine definitely isn't. I know how they've tortured people to death, and they've shot down men, women, and children in front of my eyes.' I paused, held up the twin daggers I had taken from Al. 'I won't hesitate. At least let me come along to hold your coat.'
'And me,' Veil said, stepping up beside me. 'My blood's as cold as yours. I may not be as good as you, but I'd like to think I'm damn close-better than any member of Black Flame. I have no doubt that you can kill every one of the fuckers, but I'm not so sure you, alone, can find them all in the hour or so you have before the sun comes up. When it gets light, things are going to get tougher. You can use the help. I've done this kind of thing before-in Laos and Cambodia.'
'I know that, Kendry,' Sinclair said with a curt nod. 'I'd heard of you in Southeast Asia, and I've heard of you since. As a matter of fact, I own three of your paintings. Your point about time is well taken, and yes, I would appreciate your help.' He paused, glanced at me, then looked away. He seemed embarrassed, and I knew what he was thinking. Suddenly, I felt vulnerable, hurt. I felt. . well, small. 'Mongo, I just don't think-'
'He's earned the right, Sinclair,' my brother said sharply as he stepped up beside me. 'Think about it.'
'Well, thank you, mother,' I murmured, at once grateful for his support, and thoroughly embarrassed.
Veil said: 'I agree.'
Sinclair nodded. 'All right.'
'And I'll come along,' Garth said in a firm tone. 'As backup.'
'If you fire that,' Sinclair said, pointing to the machine pistol Veil had handed my brother, 'you'll give away our position.'
'I understand. I don't pretend to have the killing skills the three of you have. I'll stay back. But it can't hurt to have someone with a gun in case something goes wrong.'
Again, Sinclair nodded his assent, then turned to Insolers. 'Duane, you know this isn't your brand of fighting.'
'No argument,' the CIA operative replied. 'I'll go out with Jan and Harper, wait for you.'
'There's one other thing. If I'm going to totally destroy Black Flame, I need to capture at least one of their members. That won't be easy. No member of Black Flame has ever been taken alive; choosing death before capture is deeply engrained in them. All of them have poison-tipped darts in spring loaders strapped to their forearms, and they can shoot the darts into their own wrists if they choose to do so. Some also have a fake tooth filled with cyanide that can be released if they bite down in a certain way. Killing these men could prove relatively easy compared to capturing one and keeping him alive. That will take planning, coordination, and skill.' He paused, reached into his pocket, removed a wooden dowel. The dowel was perhaps three inches long, about an inch and a half in diameter. 'This must be placed in the captive's mouth, at the same time as the hands and wrists are immobilized, if we are to be successful.'
Veil grunted softly. 'That will be the last one we take.'
'Al's already on ice,' I said. 'He's the obvious choice, because he's certain to have all the information you need on the entire outfit. He's paralyzed, and may even still be unconscious. We certainly know where to find him.'
Sinclair frowned, looked uncertain. 'The problem is that he's on the floor, out in the open, impossible to approach without him knowing it-assuming he's conscious. The moment he sees me, he'll know we've killed his men, and he'll kill himself.'
'There may be a way.'
'We'll see,' Sinclair replied, glancing at his watch. 'We must go now. Follow me, and please do exactly as I say.'
Garth, Veil, and I followed John Sinclair as he ducked out through the doorway, then moved quickly and silently through the chiaroscuro moon shadows at the base of the castle walls.
We moved in the night, through and around the castle, like a four-piece, grotesquely shaped killing machine. Actually, it was Veil and Sinclair who did the killing, with Garth and me bringing up the rear and afforded an opportunity to do little more than offer silent encouragement. John Sinclair, in the guise of Carlo the chauffeur and free-lance assassin, had obviously done a very good job of reconnaissance before sitting himself down on a hillside and waiting to be captured. He knew, if not precisely where each Black Flame soldier was at the moment, at least where they had been, and what zones they were likely to be searching. And, of course, he was intimately familiar with the castle and its grounds; intricate, secret passageways allowed us to move freely and quickly from one site to another, often to see without risk of being seen.
Despite his size, John Sinclair moved with incredible stealth, like some great panther, cloaking himself in night, then rising like a deadly shadow behind some unsuspecting Black Flame soldier; a moment later there would be the faint clicking sound of the man's neck snapping. He and his companion in killing alternated targets. Veil moved with the same stealth, used an identical killing technique, and got the same results. I had been in such awe of the ninja mystique in general, and Black Flame's in particular, that I was initially amazed at the relative ease with which Veil and Sinclair went about their business of dispatching the Black Flame soldiers. Then I recalled Veil's comment about Black Flame's emphasis on the psychological and medical, not the physical, aspects of the martial arts. Veil and Sinclair were among the best stone-silent killers, and a ninja who hears nothing before a garrote slices through his jugular, or a knife blade slips into his heart, is just as dead as the rest of us mere mortals.
With the glow of approaching dawn and four men left to find, we split up. Garth went with Veil, while I
